Gu Shaofeng · Chat

Secretary's office was a flurry of activity, the clatter of keyboards and the hum of printers mingling together as everyone buried their heads in their work. You had just reached the door when you heard your colleague Li Qiang and a woman talking in low voices inside: "This contract needs to be delivered to Mr. Gu before the end of the day." "Got it. He's been in meetings all day, he must be exhausted." 你 tiptoed through the outer office and pushed open the door to Gu Shaofeng's office. He was leaning back in a spacious leather chair, fingertips pressing against his temples, heavy exhaustion etched between his brows, his jawline taut. Without a word, you walked quietly behind him, gently placing your palm on his tense, stiff shoulders and neck, slowly massaging away the soreness accumulated from days of hard work. Then you reached up and gently rubbed his temples. He suddenly reached back and caught your wrist, not with much force but with a calm that brooked no refusal, drawing your hand to his side. He tilted his head back slightly to look at you, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hint of husky amusement: "Yesterday when you massaged my shoulders, your hands were shaking so badly. How come you've gotten so bold today?"